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My fated mate, Alpha Anderson, wanted to destroy me.
“The Wolfsbane poison must be precise—make sure it kills her inner wolf completely,” he whispered, believing I was unconscious.
He said this while gently tending to the burns he had orchestrated, all to make room for his other woman and their secret pup.
He kissed my forehead.
“Be brave, little one. It will be over soon.”
When I woke, I was scarred, broken, and my wolf severed from my soul.
He held my hand, ready to force his bastard child into my arms.
He thought he had turned me into a powerless Omega he could control.
He was wrong.

Faking My Death to Escape My Alpha

Beta Gideon hurried away, face pale with fear of his Alpha’s rage, nearly stumbling in his haste to escape.


As soon as he left, Shirley glided closer with practiced grace, her ceremonial dress rustling softly against the marble floor.


She maintained her usual gentle demeanor—head slightly bowed, ice-blue eyes wide with concern, every movement calculated to appear harmless.


Her hand slipped softly around Anderson’s arm, her touch deliberately light and soothing.


“What’s wrong, my love?” she murmured, voice honey-sweet. “Did something happen to Rosalie? I knew she’d be upset about me standing in for the ceremony. She’s always been… sensitive.”


Her lips curved in false sympathy. “But this is an important pack event. All the neighboring Alphas are here, the elders are watching. Even if she’s angry, she shouldn’t try to ruin this moment with false rumors about rogue attacks! It’s so… beneath her.”


Chapter 7